^EmMy fingers^Ctouch the solid stones^Em ^EmStrong and^Ccold they keep me from^Emhome ^EmImprisoned^Clike a wingless^Ddove Fara^B7way from the land I^Emlove.

Lonely days count lonely years I have cried a thousand tears All that I tried to gain Is lost the effort was invane At Carberry hill I lost my crown My husband fled my luck went down In England´s hands I fell 18 years a living hell The Scotish crown belongs to me Yet I´m bound I can not flee With iron claws England holds tight All is lost no chance to fight

^EmSilence-^DSilence everywhere^G, ^D, ^Ami, ^H7 Ref: ^EmCold^Cwalls are my re^Gward Lonely^Dness engulves my^Emsoul ^EmI´ve been^Ctrue I gave my^Gheart Stained^Dtears I cried ^GI long to be^Dfree again ^FTo walk in^Cpeace again ^AmScotland^Fcries her queen is^Glost Agony´s her^Dfriend again

Grave Digger - The Ballad Of Mary